Jim had a doctor's appointment this morning, one that was made six months ago, before all the recent trouble. It is a "new" doctor (to us)....his regular doc, the one who he had for the twelve years after his stroke, had quit the practice and moved to a new one at the end of last year. We had only seen this doc once, back in May.
God forbid we ever make another appointment for 8:40 a.m., especially before Jim is able to walk again. We had to hire a wheelchair transport van and they wanted to pick him up at 7:30 a.m. I wanted to get up at 6:15, but I didn't hear the alarm until 6:30, which made us have a late start getting ready. It was stressful...but we got him ready to go by 7:15. I wish I could sleep in my hearing aids...
I drove my car to the doctor's office, as I had an appointment for a haircut at 10 a.m. When we were done at the doc's, I left and the driver of the van was called to come back. She said to give her 20 minutes for the pickup.
I got my haircut and started the trek home. I texted my daughter, who was with her dad, and they were still waiting for the van. Luckily, another van from the same company was driving around the parking lot of the doc's office, so they got him to drive them back home, albeit an hour late. We don't know what happened to the original van driver. But it is scary to think what might have happened if the second guy had not been in the area. I hate to think we have to rely on that company for the duration. Jim can't get into my van because it is too high off the ground. We may have to buy a new car and I am not looking forward to that!